This is just ridiculous. Now not ONLY do I have to fear the damn ants, but ALSO THE SPIDERS. Just ridiculous.
Anyway, betsy, my mom, was here last weekend and I spent the whole day before she got here cleaning my apartment. I was concerned she wouldn't think I was responsible and whatever so I scrubbed the floors, cleaned the bath till it shined and etc.
She walks in and comments that my house is a disaster and proceeds to get to work. Granted, I had JOKED about my house being a mess and needing her to come save me from myself but I thought she knew I was joking. Apparently not.
So, she starts cleaning out the insides of my cupboards, organizing cans of soup, etc, scrubbing the stovetop and telling me I should invest in those things that catch the crap that falls out of your pots whilst cooking. She explains to me that the tops of the trim (the stuff next to the floor) also needs dusting and that once you do so, it'll be "a huge improvement." Psh, yeah, okay Betsy.
Anyway, she also found a museum tour to go on (IN MID-MISSOURI. REALLY.) and we went on hikes and other things that wouldn't have been my first choice.
I guess I'm glad she was here, I got to snuggle with mah mama and also, she bought some more things for my apartment like a rug (Three bucks at walmart!) some much needed sponges for the dishes and many many meals that didn't involve me cooking them. Wonderful.
That's the latest update on "Sam's First Club," check back later for more on how I'm dealing with teh antz.
